Quotes About Intimacy

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

Friends see most of each other's flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

The longing she saw that even now danced between them with nowhere to go.

There is no democracy in any love relation: only mercy.

I've been married for a long time and there are days when I still wonder, 'Excuse me, but who is this man?

A truly thoughtful lover would not attempt to arouse you with the subtlety of a chimp trying to dial a rotary phone.

When someone genuinely laughs with you, it's proof that you share a certain internal space. And that's not so lonely after all.

Sharing our story is one way we create intimacy. And like a good novel, it's more engaging – and lasting – when we allow it to gradually unfold.

Aunque lo obligara a trotar como un cervatillo, oírla reírse o hablar se le hacía mucho más placentero que el silencio y la soledad.

Once trust was lost it was impossible to salvage a relationship, she told me. She was right. I think that relationships only rarely survive once the inner sanctum has been violated. What forges a couple is the shared responsibility to defend that space.

Vestime de amor que estoy desnuda.

Te abrazo y corren las mandarinas; te beso y todas las uvas sueltan el vino oculto de su corazón sobre mi boca.

El sueño pesa sobre mis hombros y me acerca de nuevo a vos, al huequito de tu brazo, a tu respiración, a una continuación infinita de la batalla de sábanas y almohadas que empezamos y que pone risa y energía a nuestro cansancio.

El amor de mi hombre no conocerá el miedo a la entrega, ni temerá descubrirse ante la magia del enamoramiento en una plaza llena de multitudes. Podrá gritar -te quiero- o hacer rótulos en lo alto de los edificios proclamando su derecho a sentir el más hermoso y humano de los sentimientos.

Mi piel está grabada con tus señales y no hay viento ni agua que pueda lavarlas sin dejar mi nombre borroso, desteñido y sin sonrisa.

Quiero tener ese hijo tuyo, amor. Dárteme desde dentro de mi vientre en una nueva prolongación de tu inmortalidad. Mostrarte hasta dónde puede crecer mi vida, como un árbol, si tú la riegas; hasta dónde puedo llegar a dárteme en todas las formas, en todos los momentos conscientes e inconscientes, llegar a ser tu río, tu sombra, la almohada suave donde apoyar tu cabeza, el viento, el mar, la risa, la mañana, tu cama, tu suelo, tu mujer.

The friend is not another I, but an otherness immanent in selfness, a becoming other of the self. At the point at which I perceive my existence as pleasant, my perception is traversed by a concurrent perception that dislocates it and deports it towards the friend, towards the other self. Friendship is this desubjectivization at the very heart of the most intimate perception of self.

L'amore è amore, in qualunque modo si manifesti. Lui stesso aveva avuto modo di constatare come coppie omosessuali avessero vissuto delle storie con una delicatezza di sentimenti riscontrabile in altre più convenzionali.

E adesso erano lì, di nuovo l'uno di fronte all'altra, e lui non poteva fare a meno di continuare a guardarla, come se i suoi occhi volessero insinuarsi dentro di lei.

tu se´ colei che nelle tue mani hai la vita mia, e non la ti posso tôrre;

Of course he bothers me. He's my husband.

Stolen kisses require an accomplice.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled towards absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks.